You wished you could give me a thumbs up,
but when you try, you only remember you’re a fuck up,
you look at your brain stub where your brain’s stem was,
watching your memories buzz, breaking down from above,
a contradicting wreck, shit out of luck, not worth a buck,
the third wheel of a truck, vroom vrooooooom, fuck,
you ran over a duck, now you’re stuck, in a sea of bollocks.
So blinded by your hate, you couldn’t hit the brakes,
by the time it happened, it was too late, you entered hell’s gates;
you don’t even have to go anywhere mate, you created your own fate,
pretending it’s all a game like it’s all a piece of a cake,
but each time you anticipate, you remember you’re an ingrate,
with no talent in that place you let fester in how you were raised,
your heart murdered by this space wearing a face, no time to innovate,
you can’t associate yourself to the human race, you are your own in mate.
Why else do you always hit the thumbs down? Because you can’t frown,
pretending to smile all around, silencing the sound, behaving like a clown, hiding the pain in the background; when you express your pain from underground, you disguise your actions as a noun, pretending to be someone that hasn’t drowned, subconsciously withering from green to brown, bounded to a wheel spinning round n’ round. Can you hear the hounds? Death is coming to town.
With his open slay. You can’t spell “slaughter” without laughter they always say, so get ready to pay, pitchforks will replace the golden needles in those stacks of hay, you had your chance to stay, but you went towards the light anyways to ignore the signs in the heavens of the Milky Way, cosmically weighed by a ball and chain; it’s Abel and Cain telling the same story in vain, with red and blue as the colors of the quantum game, choosing the blue pill over the red pill without being fazed, not knowing the difference between what’s sane and insane, while you dance to feign as the blood rains, and our lives are betrayed by the same guys that set up this 64 Byte chess game where it’s black and white versus the balance to all the same…